The pager beeped
It's scream rallying men of the town
Who dropped jobs, lovers,
babies (metaphorically I hope)
They tore the street
Grinding gears in over-revved engines
Hearts enlarged, cortisol coursing through
primed veins
Fallen tree, the print-out read
Our mission for the day
Unexpectedly expected
The typically untypical for men of the town
Who dropped jobs, lovers,
babies
To clear blocked roads
Stand down, stand down,
No adventure for men of the town
Who were prepared for fires, crashes,
decapitations
decapitations
Anything but poetry one of them wrote.
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